Central Park. Hanging out on the rock, listening to Seu Jorge. Lot’s of people and lot’s of cuties of both sexes. It’s a beautiful day to just chill out in Central Park. The line to get into Summerstage is way past the rock. I’m just hangin on the rock not trying to get in and it’s a whole lot better than sitting in the apartment. It is very hot so movement is slow, and preferably in the shade.

Went to the Ramble for a fatty and was instantly cruised. That was nice. Handsome dude wearing what I later recognized as a shirt for a Ped-I-Cab company. While smoking the fatty an Asian Indian dude in a Jimi Hendrix shirt kept flitting about in my immediate vicinity. I started walking away when I heard, ‘Psst! Psst!’ I turn around and he asks me in hushed tones where do I think he might be able to smoke his bowl of weed.

I tell him just about anywhere, to be discreet and not to smoke around families or older folks. He lights up and proceeds to tell me about how great weed is, and how it should be decriminalized and he’s a philosophy major at Hunter College. He also rambled in the Rambles about how it makes him paranoid. He certainly was. He was all nervous tics. I lit up a cigar, which put him at relative ease, thinking that the aroma of the cigar would overwhelm the smell of the Chiba.

We walked out the Rambles together, over awed by the various people walking around in different directions. I had to reassure him that it was all good vibes. He asked where he could finish smoking his bowl and I told him to go back from whence he came. Immediately he spun on the heel of his sneaker and headed back into the Rambles.

Seu Jorge was highly entertaining, though I think it could’ve been louder. It was muted somewhat, could be because of all the people. Bill and I had plans to see ‘Cars’. It was his suggestion and seemed perfect for a summer’s night. I couldn’t get much of any signal at the rock though. Turns out we wouldn’t be able to go since Bill will be driving very early tomorrow morning.

That’s ok too. I’m now back in Hoboken, nice breeze coming in through the window, neighbors from a few doors down are having a nice party. Lot’s of people. I don’t know them so I ain’t going. Lot’s of food though and they’re not too loud. Bill’s asleep, I’m awake, watching Deadwood on the telly. I have off tomorrow which is very nice. And of course Tuesday is a holiday, which is great. Four days off is better than two days off.

NJ doesn’t have a state budget though and that means the state beaches will be closed. And state employees out of work. I don’t think that will affect my brother who’s a county employee. Sandy Hook is a national park so that should be open so Annemarie and company, myself included could go to the beach.

Either that or Coney Island.